ses-see-lee-ə, ses-see-lee-ə,

sight of our soul, blindness of self.

ah ~ faith. unseen.

go ahead, analyse the life lived,
postulate the life unlived; and find,
at the end of it all,
yourself clueless.

to know the right one, trust your heart.
for no matter how hard one tries,
love remains something of a spark.

yet sparks only last this long.

because nothing is fixed,
you can define it to be anything.
and because you can define it as anything,
nothing is correct and nothing is wrong.

a full time dreamer and philosopher,
ah! but why is this title unpaid?
chided, laughed at, puzzled over,
perhaps bringing a stifling remembrance -
yet worth nothing more.

a glimpse of that ever-elusive, slippery fish?
as difficult as you are to be unraveled,
you'll soon realised you can't even begin to find that iceberg tip of hers,
in this little deep ocean.
she doesn't even need to try hiding.

to be lost.
and, never to be found.